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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.