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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sandy B to the grunge 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.