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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 B.T. Express to the rock 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.