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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Agent Orange to the jazz 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Pagans,
MC5,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Visage,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.