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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Model 500 to the crunk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.