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 Guinea and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Selecter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Flipper,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.