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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.