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 Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.