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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.