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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.