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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Bang On A Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.