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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.