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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fuzztones to the techno 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.