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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bush Tetras to the rap 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.