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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.