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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.