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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 DJ Sneak 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Index,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.