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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
UT,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.