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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Gun Club 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.