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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Bob Dylan to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.