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 Kenya and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
UT,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.