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 Grenada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Litter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.