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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Minutemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
The Gories,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.