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 Denmark and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.