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 Yemen and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
CMW,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.