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 Burkina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Birthday Party to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.