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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 arpeggiator 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 Quantec 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.