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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.