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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Liliput,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.