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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Livin' Joy to the techno 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.