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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.