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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 The Offenders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.