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 Thailand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Franke 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
10cc,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.