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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.