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 Turkey 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.