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 Morocco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Silicon Teens to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.