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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.