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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 CMW to the grunge 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.