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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 Halifax and Houston.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.