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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.