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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Gang Starr to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Slave,
Liliput,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.