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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Selecter to the crunk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Jandek,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.