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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
10cc,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
Pole,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.