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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sällskapet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.