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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Urselle to the jazz 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Neu!,
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.