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 Laos and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero 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.