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 Iceland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.