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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed to the grime 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Monks,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Interpol,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.