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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 The Raincoats to the disco 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.