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 Tunisia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.