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 France and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.