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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deakin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Gong,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.