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 South Africa 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Slave,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.