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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.