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 St Lucia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.