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 Israel and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Eddi Front to the grime 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat 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?
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Roxette,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.