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 Malta and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Au Pairs to the grime 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.