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 New Zealand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Albert Ayler to the punk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.