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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Sugar Minott to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
PIL,
The Slits,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.