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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Pulsallama to the jazz 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.