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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.