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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Don Cherry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.