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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 R.M.O. to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.