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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
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.