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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
the Swans,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
AZ,
Scion,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.