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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Visage,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.