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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantytec to the rap 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
CMW,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.