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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.