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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Cymande to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.