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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Skriet,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.