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 Norway and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Real Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
X-101,
DNA,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.