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 Latvia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the dance 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
the Swans,
The Residents,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.