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 Iraq and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.