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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.