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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Alphaville to the jazz 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.