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 Barbados and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Parry Music to the rock 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Echospace,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.