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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The J.B.'s to the rock 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.