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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Yaz to the jazz 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.