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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Can,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.