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 Belize and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Q65,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.