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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 D'Angelo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Index,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Technova,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.