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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.