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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Rascals to the crunk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Scion,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.