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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deakin to the grime 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
JFA,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Nas,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.