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 Mauritania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Can,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.