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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 John Lydon to the disco 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.