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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.