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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.