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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 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 The Gun Club to the grime 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
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.