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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.