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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.