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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Guru Guru to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.