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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.