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 Philippines and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.