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 Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.