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 Chile and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
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 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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars 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?
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.