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 Haiti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
PIL,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Fear,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.