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 Lebanon 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.