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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Fela Kuti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.