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 Korea North and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 DJ Sneak to the rock 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.