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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 organ 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 kango's stein massive 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.