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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.