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 Bahamas and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.