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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Gong,
Magma,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.