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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moody Blues to the dance 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.