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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
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 marimba 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 Don Cherry to the grunge 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.