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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.