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 Colombia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Television,
the Germs,
China Crisis,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.