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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.