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 Cuba and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.