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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Sly & The Family Stone 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.