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 United States and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.