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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Vogues to the dance 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Pole,
Kayak,
Cluster,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.