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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.