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 Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Television,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.