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 Mexico and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Nas to the rap 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.