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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.