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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.