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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Can,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.