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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.