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 Chile and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
the Association,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.