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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Q65,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
CMW,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.