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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Inner City to the electroclash 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.