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 Guatemala and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Subhumans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.