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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 The Gories to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics 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?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.