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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tears for Fears to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.