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 France and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Alison Limerick to the disco 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.