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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the funk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Smog,
Josef K,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.