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 Niger and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.