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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.