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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Aswad to the funk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.