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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Erasure to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.