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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.