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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television Personalities to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.