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 Jordan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Josef K,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.