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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.