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 Brunei and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.