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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.