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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Terry to the grunge 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Television,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Symarip,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.