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 Japan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 snare 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 Move to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey 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?
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.