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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the funk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.