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 Hungary and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
MC5,
Technova,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.