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 Pakistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.