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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.