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 Latvia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.