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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Liliput to the crunk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Q65,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.