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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.