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 China and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 World's Most 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.