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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.