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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.