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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.