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 Kiribati and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
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 harpsichord 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.