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 Honduras and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J to the crunk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.