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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Blossom Toes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.