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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bronski Beat 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.