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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.