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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.