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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 The New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Index,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.