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 Germany and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.