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 South Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Unwound to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.