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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Q and Not U to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Make Up,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.