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 Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Brick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.