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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Green to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.