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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.