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 Libya and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Cure to the jazz 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.