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 Austria and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Nico,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.