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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 One Last Wish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.