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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Yaz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.