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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faraquet 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
UT,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.