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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.