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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.