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 Samoa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swell Maps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.