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 Iraq and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 The Smiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.