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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Smog,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.