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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.