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 Brunei and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Gong,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.