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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Sun Ra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
Brick,
Jandek,
UT,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Slave,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.