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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.