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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Leonard Cohen 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.