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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Metal Thangz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
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,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.