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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
cv313,
DNA,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.