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 South Africa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Trumans Water to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.