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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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?
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.