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 Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Television,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.