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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.