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 Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Fugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.