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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pole to the techno 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.