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 Maldives and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.