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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 World's Most to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Ituana,
PIL,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
ABC,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.