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 Burundi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barry Ungar to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.