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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.