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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 J.B.'s to the jazz 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Nas,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.