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 Morocco and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grime 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.