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 Romania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 The Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
Television,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Gong,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.