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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.