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 Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Procol Harum to the techno 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.