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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.