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 Liberia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.