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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joyce Sims to the punk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.