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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
The Index,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.