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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Massinfluence to the rap 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
JFA,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.