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 Mozambique and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.