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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the punk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.