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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Raincoats to the jazz 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.