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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.