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 Benin and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.