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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 The Offenders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.