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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-102 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.