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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.