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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.