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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Slave,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.