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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the rap 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.