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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.