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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Doors to the rap 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
the Association,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.