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 Libya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Monks,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.