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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Television,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.