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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.