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 Norway and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Sun Ra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.