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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
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,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.