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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.