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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Can,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Swans,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.