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 Estonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.