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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Flesh Eaters to the funk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.