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 United States and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.