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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
The Move,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.