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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Index,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.