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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the grunge 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.