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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.