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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.