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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.