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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Cal Tjader to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.