Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.