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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Deadbeat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.