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 Tanzania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.