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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Move to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.