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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.