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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fluxion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.