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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Bob Dylan 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Q65,
ABC,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.