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 Iran and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.