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 Maldives 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.