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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Pole,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.