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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.