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 Congo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.