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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.