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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.