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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Sun Ra to the disco 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Q65,
Nas,
Pagans,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.