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 Liberia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
The Names,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.