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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
CMW,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.