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 Qatar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Faust,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.