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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.