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 Argentina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.