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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Cameo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
cv313,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.