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 Mexico and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Modern Lovers to the jazz 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
Q65,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.