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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Cowsills to the grunge 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.