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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
Television,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.