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 Libya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Selecter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.