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 India and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.