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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.