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 Australia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Litter to the dance 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.