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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.