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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 EPMD to the grime 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.