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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.