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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.