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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Dawn Penn to the grime 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Moebius,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.