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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.