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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siglo XX to the rap 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.