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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.