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 Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.