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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.