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 Hungary and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.