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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Technova,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.