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 Morocco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.