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 France and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Slits to the electroclash 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.