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 Argentina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 LL Cool J to the punk 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Visage,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.