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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Fear,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.