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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Skarface,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.