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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Scott Walker to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
The Pop Group,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.