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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.