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 Dominica and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Accadde A to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
Swans,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.