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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Excepter,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.