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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
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 arpeggiator 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.