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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
the Association,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.