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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.