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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rosa Yemen 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Index,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.