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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.