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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.