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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.