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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Can,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.