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 Monaco and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 AZ to the disco 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.