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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Make Up,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.