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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Infiniti to the techno 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.