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 Haiti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.