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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Basic Channel to the crunk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
Technova,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.