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 Iraq and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.