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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.