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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Fad Gadget to the rock 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.