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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.