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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gichy Dan to the rap 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.