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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Average White Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Offenders,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.