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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.