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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
X-101,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.