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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.