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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.