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 Ireland and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ituana 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.