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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.