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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Scan 7 to the grime 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Faust,
the Association,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.