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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.