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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABBA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.