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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Monks,
Liliput,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.