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 Madagascar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Khruangbin to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.