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 Belize and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Alison Limerick 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.