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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Dead C to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.