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 Burkina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.