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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.