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 Argentina and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.