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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Enemy to the dance 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.