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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Darondo to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
The Index,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.