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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 The Happenings to the dance 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.