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 Libya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.