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 Hungary and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.