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 Belize and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.