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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 EPMD to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.