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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.