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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.