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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Harry Pussy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.