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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultravox to the jazz 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Can,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.