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 Haiti and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sparks to the techno 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
X-102,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.