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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 organ 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.