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 Peru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Skatalites to the rap 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.