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 Iraq and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.