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 San Marino and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mark Hollis to the rock 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.