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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Remains to the rock 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Visage,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.