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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.