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 China and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.