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 Niger and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Zeros to the jazz 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.