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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.