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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 The Gap Band to the electroclash 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.