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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Derrick May to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.