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 Iran and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
X-101,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.