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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
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 güiro 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.