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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Warren Ellis 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.