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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.