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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Can,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.