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 Ghana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Swans,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.