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 Dominica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Human League 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.