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 Cuba and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.