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 Singapore and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.