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 Togo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Symarip to the dance 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.