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 South Africa and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Metal Thangz to the techno 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.