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 Mali and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Seeds to the crunk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.