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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
The Martian,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.