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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Y Pants to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.