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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Japan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
The Move,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.