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 Guatemala and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mr. Review 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.