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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Slave,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.