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 United States and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Groovy Waters to the techno 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.