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 Thailand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 theremin 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 Robert Hood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.