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 India and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Grauzone 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.