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 Yemen and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Inner City,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.