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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken 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?
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.