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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Terry Callier to the grime 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Index,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
June of 44,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.