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 Malawi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the rock 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.