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 Moldova and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 New York Dolls to the rap 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
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.