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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the dance 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.