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 Ukraine and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Gong,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.