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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
Fear,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.