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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Royal Trux to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Brick,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.