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 Uruguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Suicide to the crunk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.