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 Iraq and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Last Poets to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
Scion,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.