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 Egypt and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.