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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.