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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Brick,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.