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 Korea North and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.