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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gap Band to the rap 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.