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 United States and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Litter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.