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 United States and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 John Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.