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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.