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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.