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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Siglo XX to the crunk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Visage,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.