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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 The Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.