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 Gambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.