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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Easy Going to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.