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 Maldives and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.