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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Index,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.