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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.