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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Mr. Review to the jazz 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.