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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.