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 Namibia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Wire,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
AZ,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.