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 Nepal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.