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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Guru Guru to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.