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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Excepter,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.