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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.