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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.