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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.