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 Dominica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Gong to the dance 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.