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 Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Livin' Joy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain 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?
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.