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 Colombia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Brass Construction to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Cymande,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.