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 India and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Boredoms 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.