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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.