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 Palau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.