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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the rock 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.