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 India and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Quando Quango to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Smog,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.