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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crime 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Index,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.