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 Algeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.