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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Magma,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.