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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Slave to the crunk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
a-ha,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.