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 Suriname and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
The Doors,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.