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 India and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.