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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.