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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Trumans Water to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.