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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 harpsichord 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Television,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.