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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Audionom,
The Remains,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.