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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 clarinet 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 Josef K to the jazz 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.