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 France and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.