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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.