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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.