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 Colombia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
The Move,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.