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 India and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Anakelly to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.