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 China and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Suburban Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
Japan,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.