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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Aswad to the crunk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.