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 Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
Scion,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Make Up,
June Days,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.