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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.