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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minny Pops to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.