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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Zapp 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Technova,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.