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 Spain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 John Lydon to the grime 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.