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 Israel and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.