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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.