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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins 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?
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Index,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Fugazi,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
The Count Five,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.