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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fuzztones to the dance 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.