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 Honduras 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tears for Fears to the punk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Nas,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.