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 Croatia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.