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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Wings,
ABC,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q65,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.