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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.