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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 spring reverb 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.