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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.