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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Association to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.