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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amazonics 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.