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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 sitar 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 Motorama to the electroclash 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.