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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.