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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.