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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Stooges,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.