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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.