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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.