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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 The Toasters to the disco 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Pole,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.