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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Index,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.