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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
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 snare 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 The Wake to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.