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 Albania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.