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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the jazz 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.