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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Pierre Henry to the rap 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.