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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Ronan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
Ituana,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.