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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
AZ,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.