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 Hungary and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.