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 Nepal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Count Five to the jazz 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.