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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.