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 Belarus and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Smog,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted 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.