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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Warsaw,
Swans,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.