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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the disco 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.