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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 chamberlin 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.