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 Mali and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Q65,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.