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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
The Monks,
Quantec,
The Move,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.