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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 clarinet 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 the Soft Cell to the rock 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.