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 Macedonia and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Trumans Water to the punk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.