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 Morocco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Magma to the dance 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.