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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.