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 Korea North and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Hashim,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.