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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.