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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Animal Collective to the rap 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.