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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ken Boothe to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
UT,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.