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 Norway and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.