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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
ABC,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.