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 Finland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.