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 Syria and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.