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 Brazil and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Woodstock and Taipei.
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 sitar 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 Roxette to the grunge 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Josef K,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.