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 Chile and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Monks,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.