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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lakeside to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.