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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
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 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 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 Doobie Brothers to the funk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.