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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rotary Connection to the dance 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
Franke,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.