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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.