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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Slick Rick to the rock 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Happenings,
Slave,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Smog,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.