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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.