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 Jordan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.