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 Colombia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 The Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.