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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 The Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
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.