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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 The Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.