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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Talk Talk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.