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 Albania and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
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 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 Fat Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.