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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Jandek,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.