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 New Zealand 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 The Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.