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 the UAE and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Monks,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.