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 Palau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
cv313,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.