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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.