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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.