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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Index,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.