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 Romania and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Eddi Front 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.