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 Austria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Cowsills to the punk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.