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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 June of 44 to the grime 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.