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 Qatar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Sparks,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.