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 Somalia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 the Normal to the disco 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
JFA,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.