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 Cameroon and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.