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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Victims to the grime 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.