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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 The Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.