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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Arcadia to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.