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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.