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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Guru Guru to the funk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.