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 Comoros and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Gang of Four to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.