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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.