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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lakeside to the jazz 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.