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 Mexico and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Bronski Beat to the funk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.