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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
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 güiro 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.