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 Thailand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
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.