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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.