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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.